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Everyone turned. A slender figure in oil-stained silk robes stepped out from behind a hanging lantern. Lin. The ghost-girl of the lower bilges. She was pale, almost translucent in the storm light, her fingers permanently stained black with grease. The crew called her a ghost because she never spoke above a whisper and could slip through a keyhole. Kaelen called her the only friend he had left.

Kaelen smiled. He walked to the pedestal and placed the Heart into the stone hand.

Captain Vee laughed, a short, ugly sound. “The city has always listed. It’s part of the charm.”

Kaelen stood on the edge of District Seven, his boots skidding on the wet ironwood. He clutched a small, warm sphere to his chest—the Heart of Phan. It wasn't a real organ, but it might as well have been. It was the city’s forgotten power source, a shard of a dead star that kept the archipelago of barges and ziplines afloat. And everyone wanted it. Natra Phan 2

The rain, impossibly, stopped.

“There won’t be an Upper Reaches if we all drown,” Kaelen shot back. He took a step forward, extending the Heart. It pulsed a gentle amber. “Feel it. Just touch it.”

Kaelen tightened his grip. He’d stolen it from her safe not two hours ago. Not for money. Not for power. But because the Heart was singing to him. Literally. A low, thrumming hum that vibrated in his teeth, showing him visions of a place beneath the city: Natra Phan’s Core . A dry, forgotten machine-room where the first builders had installed a failsafe. Everyone turned

The world held its breath.

“And the Heart?”

“The Heart goes there,” Lin said, pointing. The ghost-girl of the lower bilges

She snatched her hand back as if burned. Her face was pale.

“Fine,” she whispered. “But if you’re wrong, I’ll throw you to the leeches myself. And I’ll keep the Heart.”